C38 You Are My Wife Xiao Qinghan

Perhaps she was under too much pressure, too much pain to notice the silver Bugatti Veyron parked at the curb a short distance away.

As she walked toward the center of the sea of flowers, Xiao Qinghan's eyes never left her cold back. His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, and the veins on his fingers were clearly visible.

After finding out that she had left the company and called the villa, Mrs. Zhang told him that she had not gone back. Just as he was panicking, a light flashed across his mind and he knew that she must be here.

The orange blossom was blinding to Xiao Qinghan. It pierced his heart through his eyes and there was sadness in his cold eyes. Because he had witnessed their love here and if it wasn't for what had happened three years ago, perhaps she and Gu Shaochen would have been an enviable couple.

How ironic that she was now his wife, but he knew that his heart was never with him. When Gu Shaochen left, her heart broke, and that year she spent all day crying. How could he make her broken heart freeze again?

Maybe never. Even when she hated him, he didn't want to let her go. One day she would be his, all her life.

He pushed open the car door and strode towards the center of the sea of flowers.

He put his hands in his pocket and walked behind Ling Muxue. He looked at her back with disdain. He really had the urge to go up and hug such a pitiful back. She was really thin. Through her white clothes, he could see her protruding back.

A fleeting moment of pity, and his eyes darkened. He clenched his teeth, and a cold voice broke the deathly silence.

"Ling Muxue, sit here and wait for your death!"

Ling Muxue's body suddenly trembled. She raised her head and turned her head to look at Xiao Qinghan. Her glassy eyes were filled with shock and at the same time, amazement.

He was tall and bulky, clad in a black suit. Light enveloped him, imprinting itself on his deep, sharp features. He looked like a handsome god from heaven, and his eyes were cold and filled with a bloody glow, making him look like an asura from hell.

Ling Muxue stared at him with wide eyes and didn't know what to do.

The tears that had yet to dry at the corner of her eyes stung Xiao Qinghan's eyes. His pupils shrank and he pulled Ling Muxue up without any pity. He looked at himself and roared at her, "Weep! What are you crying about?"

Ling Muxue didn't know what to do because of his sudden anger. The tears that were originally wrapped around her eyes did not fall, but because of his rude actions, he held her arms tightly, and tears rolled down the corner of his eyes and fell on the back of Xiao Qinghan's hands.

The slight warmth was like a burning flame burning Xiao Qinghan's heart.

"Ling Muxue, who are you crying for? Who are you crying for? Am I the one who wronged you? Do you think that if you cry here, Gu Shaochen will come back? He won't! Never!" Xiao Qinghan roared angrily. He held her arms tightly and shook her body so hard that the veins on her body were exposed.

"Ah..." Ling Muxue cried out in pain.

"So what if he really comes back? You are already mine and you are my wife. Do you think you can return to his side! Let me tell you, Ling Muxue will never be able to do so."

Here she was, weeping, crying alone, and her tears were his own blood to him, but she would never shed tears for him, and so his blood would never be restored.

She couldn't control the emotions that erupted like a volcano in her heart. She couldn't help but want to vent them on her.